Teacher mode Activated {Cut Poetry}

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I am a Free Verse Poet

And I occasionally write poetry in forms. I try to occasionally explain to others about those forms because there is no type of poetry that I don’t enjoy talking about.

Today I want to talk about Cut Poetry. I may end up doing this for each of the forms that I actually understand. (Cause sometimes I don’t understand the form rules)

If you want more examples of my poetry in the use of forms I have a couple of volumes already published and one in progress. Those are Xactly poetic and Ars Poetica, published. The current volume in progress is Lyrical Recycling, a volume of Entirely cut poetry. Xactly poetic is  just various forms because I wanted to prove to myself that I could. Ars Poetica is a volume based on the form it was named after.

Cut poetry is basically seeing beauty in what already exists. It is very best to describe it as upcycling words. Cut poetry is sometimes called found poetry.  There are a few types of Cut/Found poetry. Blackout poems are in this group. The type I prefer are slightly different. I prefer the list poem variety.

It requires you to pick sources for the words for your poem. For my volume I chose song lyrics. That gave me a huge variety of things to use to make the poem work. I have in the past used song titles, book titles, show titles. The thing is to really make Cut Poetry work you want to grab more than one word from each source. 

Here is the poem that I made with song titles. It was published in Xactly poetic originally.

(Song Titles)


You should be sad,
This is why,
I found
The devil in I
Hate me,
Heaven knows
I am
Still learning.


They said I was special...
Fragile Minds
Fuck it up.


Cover me in sunshine,
Joke's on you,
All good girls go to Hell...
Don't threaten me with a good time.


I can't decide
What about us,
When the party's over
Sometimes she forgets
Why
That's the way love goes.

Each line is from a different source.  Quite a few people question the legality of Cut Poetry because you are literally using other people’s words to create something new. As long as you properly attribute the poem you are not breaking copyright. My poem above attributes the source in the title.  However, not always is that as easy. With song lyrics I have to make sure I list the songs I used for each poetry.

Here is an example from Lyrical Recycling.

Rock Bottom 


(song titles are : 
Drunk (And I Don't Wanna Go Home)by Elle King and Miranda Lambert, bottle tells me so by Ashley Mcbryde, Hurt by Johnny Cash, Rock Bottom by Citizen Soldier, Now I'm in it by Haim
*plus I add a line to make it work)



There's always time for jumping off the deep end
From the shape I'm in, I must have barely made it to the bed
If this ain't bottom, it's as far down as I ever wanna go
The party's over and as always, I'm the last one to know

Try to run but my demons follow
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
I focus on the pain
The only thing that’s real

Forget my whole existence 'cause everything's wrong
My breaking point, so far behind
I've been trying to find my way back for a minute
My limit's in the rearview, I've crossed every line
still running so I feel like nothing is left behind

Note the attribution. That allows the reader to go to the original source and see how you have pulled from it.

I feel like this is one of the easier forms. I will likely be doing more of this but I don’t want to put it on a specific day as I do not see it as a long term blog series.

Pad challenge Day 8 Patricia

Poetry
Monday Poetry

Expectations

Ever expanding

Ever exceeding



Equating Ego Erroneously

Extra expected...

Everything Establishing

Extra!

Pad challenge Day 7 Patricia

Poetry
Monday Poetry
Wake me 

wake me,
for I must be
stuck in a dream...

wake me,
as I have all
I ever wanted.

wake me,
before I decide
to ne'er leave.

Pad challenge Day 6 Patricia

Poetry
Monday Poetry
Bohemian 

I've been a thousand places
I don't know where I'm going
It's hard to find a place to call home
Every demon, every ghost from your pastAnd every memory you've held backFollows you home

Oh, home, let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you
I'll go wherever you will go

And it don't look like
I'll ever stop my wandering
I've been down every road
Felt the sun, I've felt the cold


This is a cut poem for the volume Lyrical Recycling,
a cut poetry volume.

Bohemian Songs :
battle born by five finger death punch, nobody drinks alone by Keith Urban, Home by Edward Sharpe and the magnetic zeros, wandering by James Taylor, Home is You by Rozes, wherever you will go by the calling

Ars Poetica April 30. the last one.

Poetry
Though this is the last page

For this volume of poetry...
It is not the last I will write.
This is just another page
Pen to paper,
To which the poetry will flow...
And When the time comes
I guarantee more verse will always
Be there to go.

Ars Poetica April 29

Poetry
I feel the end of the volume

drawing closed and realize
that poetry doesn't end,
it continues as long as life
causes ink to hit the page.

Perhaps it is but a few more words
to weave the idea into the volume
I am currently writing that poetry
transcends space and time.

Ars Poetica April 28

Poetry
Though I set a goal

and am nearly there
I am no where near
stopping yet.

my pen will be writing poetry
till the day I pass from this life...

I don't know how
to stop the words
from flowing
as the waterfall
from deep within.

Ars Poetica April 27

Poetry
I have an obsession with poetry

iambic meter or free verse,
all forms excite me.

lifting pen to page
gives me a thrill
no amusement park can
rival.

Ars Poetica April 26

Poetry
It takes so many forms
the words arrange so perfectly,
but the rules make writing poetry
a basic pain.

I am a free poet,
because I do not like the rules.
For me letting the poetry fly as it chooses
seems to fit more stylistically.

Ars Poetica April 25

Poetry
Poetry has always been

my brain's escape,
perhaps because words
were comforting
to the lost child within me.

comfort the little one
with such an echoing voice
so the whole world hears my choice.